Hello lovelies, so I'm trying this episodic thing to let my imagination run wild. Suggestions and feedback are welcome! Have fun!
EPISODE 1 - The Cell
The last thing Ennio remembered was falling asleep on the plane heading to Tokyo. It was supposed to be the trip of his lifetime. After all, he'd taken a gap year after high school for this (not that he knew what he was going to do after that year). Waking up now in a small dimly lit cell felt at first like a dream to him. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep and wake up back on the plane. Even when he rested his head on the cold metal did he not realize something was off. It wasn't until a screeching alarm blared did he wake up startled, and got his bearings. Suddenly, one wall of the cell showed an outline of a door that started to shine brightly. Ennio covered his eyes for second, and then saw a silhouette standing in the door. As the light faded though, he saw the silhouette more clearly, and the figure shocked him. It was a man, or at least he thought it was, it had to be, but how could it? He was 6 and a half feet tall, his muscle toned skin was a dull purple, like dried paint, and he had absolutely no hair on them. Ennio could tell because the figure was also buck naked, his inhumanly large penis dangling down to his knees, gently swaying. If only that had been the most shocking thing. The most shocking thing was that he had four arms, with three giant fingers on each that could in their own right be giant dicks. Two of his arms were normal, protruding from his shoulder, but the other two of the same size protruded from his axilla. Ennio stared in shock and awe with his mouth hanging open at this strange figure. He couldn't begin to fathom what to make of this situation.
"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I have to be..." he mumbled under trembling breath.
The figure grunted, then said something in a garbled voice that made no sense to Ennio. What further didn't make sense was the figure moved and simply stepped out of the way, so that there was nothing between Ennio and the corridor outside the cell. Whatever had happened, Ennio was clearly in no state of mind to think about it, because he was panicking internally, and so he just ran with all the hurry and clumsiness aiming straight for the corridor. He made it out with a smile on his face just before he was dragged back in furiously by the leg. He had slammed his face on the floor and was bleeding from his nose, and he felt the light on the wall again as the door closed and there was nothing but smooth wall again there, and he was trapped inside, with a sour faces ogre looking creature.
Still on the floor he turned on his back, holding his bleeding nose in one hand, and saw the ogre squatting over him. At such close range he could see that the ogre's face was covered in little bumps, pointy and diamond shaped, and there were little rotting teeth protruding from the edges of his big lips. The ogre sniffed him all over, and then put the bottom two of his hands on his chest. Ennio tried to resist with his one hand, but it was quickly held by one of the ogre's upper arms. Ennio tried to spit on him, but the bloody spittle just flew up and fell back on his face, because you know, gravity.
This seemed to make the ogre really angry though, and he yelled at Ennio in that garbled voice before pulling him up and pinning him face first into the wall. Both his hands were locked above his head in the ogre's arms, and he felt the other two pull at his clothes, tearing them away piece by piece. Ennio squirmed and screamed but to no avail and it only seemed to make the ogre more furious and he started gnawing at the last remaining pieces of his clothes with his teeth. The scratch of the bite made him screech in pain so the ogre pressed one hand against his mouth. It was hard and tough as wood and Ennio tried to bite it but with no effect. He was about to cry now as that seemed like the only option he had left. He was completely naked, bleeding in little ways, pinned to the wall and muffled, and he was propped on his toes. And as the ogre pressed his rough, hairless body against Ennio's back, he realized this was only the start.
The ogre's smooth purple penis grazed against Ennio's leg, and it almost seemed as thick as his thigh. Granted Ennio was a skinny guy, but still, the thigh has so much muscle, and he felt downright terror thinking about his dick, visualizing it against his wishes. The penis stayed smooth only for a few seconds though, as it started getting erect and hard, the tip finding the gap of his butt. The ogre then spit in his only free hand, rubbed it on his dick and on Ennio's little hole (it looked like a keyhole in front of a baseball bat) and then grunting he started pushing himself into the tiny human. Ennio gasped with terror and spasmed, just feeling the umbrella like tip on his skin. The ogre was of course too big and strong for him, and it wasn't the purple giant's to consider Ennio's well being while raping him. So he slammed his thick cock with force against the tiny hole, and it simply slided off onto the human's back, while slamming the human's groin against the wall, his tiny human penis squeezed against the cold metal. The ogre spit again, realizing his mistake, on the human's back and watched it run down around his dick and into the human's crack. Then with his free hand, he parted the two buttocks and pushed a finger in. It went in quite easily and the ogre started his fingering so thoroughly that within a minute the human's hole was twice as big as before.
Ennio felt the cold spittle run down his shaking legs as the fiery sensation of being fingered in the butt was giving him all the spasms, and the fact that his dick was rubbing against the wall wasn't helping. There were tears in his eyes but he was also shamefully now in the rhythm of it, if only for a few seconds, before it stopped. As the finger came out and the cold air of the cell hit his expanded hole, he pushed himself further into the wall, feeling defeated and violated. In that brief pause, he only had time to wonder why this was happening to him, where was he, was he still alive, or was this one of those tortures from hell. Yes, it was hell, his plane had crashed, he had died in his sleep, and woken up in purgatory, or hades, or whatever this underworld was. And so as he felt the large dick on his back slide down for its second attempt at his hole, he was in resignation of what was happening, and bit down on the ogre's finger to prepare for it.
The ogre stroked his dick gently to make sure it was still at its hungriest for the little human's little soft hole. He loved the tightness of it, the ridges inside them that made his dick feel warm and comforted. So excited, he pushed into the little human, his tip barely in before he heard the human grunt. He put his arm around the humans waist and picked him up, ready to mount him like a fixture on his dick. Ennio scrambled and squirmed and grunted before the ogre had made his dick halfway inside him. The ogre could tell any more would break the human, and nobody liked a broken toy, so he started his play date. He fucked fast in quick successive strokes that would've made Ennio bounce if not for the fact that he was pinned against the wall. After the initial shock of pain had gone away, he had resigned himself to his punishment again. The ogre was thinking then it was too easy, so with his free hand he started stroking Ennio while hammering him from behind.
The dry wooden hands, for what they were, were at least warm, and Ennio felt the blood rush to his dick. He'd never been pegged in his life but he was sure it shouldn't feel this good, at least not while you're being raped by an ogre. Yet, as the ogre was fucking him, was stroking him, some shameful part of him recognized that he was not nearly as disturbed by this as he should have been. In the moment of pre-climax hubris he thought maybe he was too good for hell, but just as he felt the warm thick spurts of cum go out of his convulsing body, came the realization and the pain of what was really happening. He was in hell, and he was going to be eternally punished. Because the ogre wasn't even close to done. Ennio cried and cried until he was exhausted, and had almost passed out by the time the ogre was done.
When the ogre felt close to coming, he pulled out, threw Ennio to the ground and prepared to blow his load on him. The first timers always got it on the back, simply because there'd be so much it'd be hard to fit it inside their tiny bodies. Ennio was almost frozed on the ground before he heard the ogre cry out in ecstasy and felt the warm thick stickiness on his back. He couldn't believe how much there was, you could've filled a bucket with it. He didn't move, in large part because he couldn't. He let the cum spread over his back, before he felt the strong arms pinning his again, and then the roughest tongue lapping up his back. It was like a dog, hastily licking all the cum before it fell to the ground. Somehow in the whole affair he found this the most disgusting part. All the demons in hell and he had to get the one who was into snowballing, great.
After the whole licking incident, he heard the garbled voice again, and almost as if in affection, he felt the ogre hug him from the back, his disgusting breath in on his face. And then in a quick flash of light on the door, he was gone, but not before leaving some kind of weird fruit on the ground. Payment, he supposed. And there was no chance of Ennio showing any dignity, because when you get hungry enough, you eat. The lights dimmed again, and Ennio was left speechless and thoughtless on the floor, with nothing but one certainty in his mind. The ogre was going to come back.
When you're stuck in a cell with no windows, it becomes impossible to keep track of the time. Ennio could have been there for weeks, or even months. There had been a set routine - he would wake up, the ogre would come and ravage him in different ways and leave, he would eat whatever food was left to him, and then he would sleep. And when he woke up the cycle would start again. Sooner or later he even lost count of how many times he'd been raped, because even the ogre could only take him so many ways, and it would become routine. Another eerie thing stayed constant. Every time the ogre came, he would first leave the door open for Ennio to leave, and every time Ennio would step foot outside the cell, he would be dragged back in and pinned and fucked breathless. Occasionally there would be a break in routine, when the ogre would simply force Ennio for a blowjob, having his small mouth meticulously lick and suck his smooth purple cock. Those times though Ennio would never admit it, he would actually end up putting effort into pleasing the ogre, because something about his cock was irresistible. It smelled like flowers and tasted warm and sweet like candy almost. But then the next time he would get pounded in the ass again and he'd realize the fucked up situation he was in.
After one such visit from the ogre, where he had left bruises on Ennio's arms and made a wind tunnel out of his asshole, lying naked on the floor of that dimly lit cell, Ennio decided enough was enough. He had to find a way out. But how? The ogre was bigger and stronger and faster than Ennio, and he had four arms. He could never take him one on one. His best option was a surprise attack. But even then, what could his frail human body do? He had no weapons. He looked around the cell for something he could use as a blunt weapon, but the metal room was completely plain and smooth, no edges sticking out, nothing that could be broken or scratched out. The only things that weren't metal in the room were the lights, they were behind a wall of glass. But they were too high for Ennio to reach. Although with enough desperation, a plan formed inside his head. He'd only have once chance at his, there was no room for error. He gobbled up his dinner and went to sleep.
When the ogre came this time, he was surprised at the sight he saw in the cell. Usually the tiny human was either in a corner or getting ready to run as fast as he can out the corridor. It was such fun to see what idea he would come up with to try to make his way out the door. But today was different, and while the ogre was disappointed, he was also happy. Ennio was standing against the wall, arms high and legs spread like a snow angel.
"I want you to take me, fuck me however you want." Ennio said to the ogre, even though submission was a language that didn't require words. The ogre understood, and he was happy. He had finally broken the human. A fine new addition to his slave pool. Slowly he walked up to the tiny human, with almost a smile on his face. He put all his hands on the tiny body, groping and caressing, playing with his tiny cock, licking his back and face. He wanted to enjoy this one. Ennio reached down with one hand and started stroking the ogre's dick, getting it as hard as he could, then gently guiding it towards his asshole as he stood on his toes. The ogre mumbled something, and understood that the little human wanted to be impaled, like the first night. He was happy to oblige.
Ennio felt himself being picked up high, then just as abruptly felt the dick go inside him. It went in deep, the ogre was really excited, and before he knew it he was getting pumped like a piston by the giant beast. Ennio moaned with occasional cries of pain and he felt the ogre's arms hold him by the hips to stop his spams, while the other two started stroking his dick and fondling his balls. Louder and louder Ennio moaned screams of pleasure which was just music to the ogre's ears, and he felt himself close to coming already, so he started pumping the tiny human even harder. The tiny human started banging his hands on the walls viciously, breaking some of the glass that housed the lights. He thought the human had finally stopped resisting and let the river of pleasure run wild through him. He was already imagining all the things he was gonna do with his new slave. His eyes rolled back as he pushed in one last time blew his load inside Ennio's swollen asshole, filling it full of hot thick jizz. It was so much that most of it spurted back out onto the ogre's dick. He was spent, and now he wanted to taste his reward out of the holy cup that was Ennio's inflamed asshole. He fell to his knees, ready to receive his own blessing, when suddenly the little human turned around and now he had a tiny dick in his face. Before he fully looked at the last face he would see, he felt the pain in his neck made by the giant shard of broken glass that Ennio had swung with immense ferocity. Before he even knew what happened, the came out and thrust into his neck again, making another tear in his neck, and it kept happening until a vein had been cut and green blood sprayed out like a fountain.
Ennio was determined, and even though the ogre tried to fight back, to pull away with all four arms, Ennio stayed there, with the shard in his hand cutting through the ogre, until he was completely bathed in the ogre's blood, and the giant fell back dead into a pool of it. Finally, Ennio felt like he could breathe again, and the shard fell automatically out of his hand. He had just killed. He should have felt if not bad, at least something. But he didn't, he felt nothing. The bleeding body in front of him invoked nothing but a little curiousity in him. There was that sweet smell in the air, and he moved to sit on the ogre's dead body. There was still some cum on his dick, and as though one last act of submission, he carefully licked it all off. No, it wasn't submission, this was just the spoils of a battle won. He wiped his mouth with his bloody arm, the green ooze painting his lips, and he inadvertently tasted some of it. It tasted like power. He was no submissive.
Who knows how long Ennio sat over the ogre's dead body, but he didn't flinch until the lights of the cell turned blue. They had never done that before. Someone knew what was happening in here. He wondered what the hell this place really was. And as if to answer his thought, the door opened, and another figure stood there. Looking at the scene in the cell, in a deep voice it said, "Nice. I'm Mick. Welcome to fuckin' Hedonasia."